E the horse's hay beneath his head A our Lord was born to a manger bed F#m that all whose wells run dry A F#m E could drink of his supply E to keep him warm, the sheep drew near A so grateful for His coming here F#m come with news of grace A F#m E come to take my place E the donkey whispered in his ear A "child, in 30-some-odd years F#m you'll ride someone who looks like me A F#m E untriumphantly" E the cardinals warbled a joyful song A he'll make right what man made wrong F#m bringing low the hills A F#m E that the valleys might be filled E then "child", asked the birds A "well, aren't they lovely words we sing?" F#m the tiny baby lay there A F#m E without saying anything E at a distance stood a mangy goat A with the crooked teeth and a matted coat F#m weary eyes and worn A F#m E chipped and twisted horns E thinking "maybe I'll make friends someday
A
with the cows and the hens in the rambouillet
F#m
but for now, I'll keep away
A F#m E
I've got nothing smart to say"
E
there's a sign on the barn in the cabbage town
A
"when the rain picks up and the sun goes down
F#m
sinners, come inside
A F#m E
with no money, come and buy
E
no clever talk, nor a gift to bring
A
requires our lowly, lovely king
F#m
come you, empty handed,
A F#m E
you don't need anything"
[the solo is tremolo picking
listen to the song to figure out the pattern of how long
to pick each note}
E|---------------11-------------------------|
B|--14-16--17-16---16-14--------------------|
G|------------------------------------------|
D|------------------------------------------|
A|------------------------------------------|
E|------------------------------------------|
E
and the night was cool and clear as glass
A
with the sneaking snake in the garden grass
F#m
deep cried out to deep
A F#m E
the disciples fast asleep
E
and the snake perked up when he heard You ask
A
"if you're willing that this cup might pass
F#m
we could find our way back home
A F#m E
maybe start a family all our own"
E
"but does not the Father guide the Son?
A
not my will, but yours be done.
F#m
what else here to do?
A F#m E
what else for me, but You?"
E
and the snake who'd held the world
A
a stick, a carrot and a string
F#m was crushed beneath the foot A F#m E of your not wanting anything